wrist - two-two lyrics
(trizzy on the beat)
[hook]
who’s that, flossin’, tell big homie send that
who’s that, talkin’, tell his homie fend that
we don’t f-ck with the other side
that’s how n-ggas get they head cracked
go and mingle with the other side
we don’t know where they heads at
pull up, all black
shoot it down like the men in black
or hop out, so fresh, it just look like i’m sellin’ crack
crime scene when i leave this sh-t
fire truck how i leave her lit
whippin’ up, so much
two pots i’ma need a wrist
[verse 1]
two pots i’ma need a wrist
whippin’ up, so much
two pots i’ma need a wrist
left hand might need -ssist
left hand might need -ssistance
left hand might need -ssistance
run up on me get pitched
paid 25 for the stick
whippin’ work on the stove
same stove you cook food on
made a k!llin’ in the trap
5 months on a futon
buy work for the dealers
buy guns for the k!llers
went to war with gorillas
out workin’ with the drillers
game time, fourth quarter
so we had to put numbers up
outside, got cold
everybody had to bundle up
shoutout to the hoes
stuck around tried to f-ck with us
fifth on me that i let it bust
lord knows that’s a double nut
[hook]
who’s that, flossin’, tell big homie send that
who’s that, talkin’, tell his homie fend that
we don’t f-ck with the other side
that’s how n-ggas get they head cracked
go and mingle with the other side
we don’t know where they heads at
pull up, all black
shoot it down like the men in black
or hop out, so fresh, it just look like i’m sellin’ crack
crime scene when i leave this sh-t
fire truck how i leave her lit
whippin’ up, so much
two pots i’ma need a wrist
[verse 2]
p-ss smith a n-gga’s mad st-tchin’ (?)
can’t drive, that’s a transition
cause you won’t move when the mac’s spittin’ it
40 on me that’s a bad misses
young boys in the bag drippin’
run up on me leave your bag missin’
sh-t bag leave a bag with ’em
laced up n-ggas mad trippin’
hit the spot with some bad b-tches
probably got an extra mag with ’em
saw n-ggas on road, you would think that his dad hit ’em
put in work on the opp block, dwyane wade with this heater
we was really in the field
when you was layin’ in the bleachers
dab on ’em like woah
bag on ’em like o’s
we ain’t ever had the whip
so we turned n-ggas to a ghost
we was fightin’ for the top
had n-ggas fallin’ off the ropes
close friends became opps
and my opps’ opps become close
we was out tryna ball
like gasol in the post
we was out on the roads
and you was stuck in your home
made a flip off of raw dough
had me feelin’ like the narcos
when we shoot it’s a swish
n-ggas hittin’ on the ball post
[hook]
who’s that, flossin’, tell big homie send that
who’s that, talkin’, tell his homie fend that
we don’t f-ck with the other side
that’s how n-ggas get they head cracked
go and mingle with the other side
we don’t know where they heads at
pull up, all black
shoot it down like the men in black
or hop out, so fresh, it just look like i’m sellin’ crack
crime scene when i leave this sh-t
fire truck how i leave her lit
whippin’ up, so much
two pots i’ma need a wrist
[outro]
whippin’ up, so much
two pots i’ma need a wrist
left hand might need -ssist
left hand might need -ssistance
left hand might might need -ssistance
run up on me get pitched
paid 25 for the stick
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